Title: Herd Rp
sassaboo - July 18, 2007 09:24 PM (GMT)
(After introducing your character in a new topic and have been accepted by the lead, bring all rp here please)
abbydoodle96 - November 19, 2007 03:52 AM (GMT)
I followed Santico into the land of Deathtrap Riverbed. Just the name of the land alone told me it was a dark land and great to live at...for a dark. Was I wrong? I wondered about my daughter, Rose Bud. She could not come for she was rejected by Santico. I didn't really care though. She needed to learn to grow up and go on her own, and stop acting like a little baby.
I surveyed the land through dark brown opticals. Yes, it would do. I looked over to Santico and snorted. "Nice..." I said.
I surveyed the land through dark brown opticals. Yes, it would do. I looked over to Santico and snorted. "Nice..." I said.
rocka - November 19, 2007 04:13 AM (GMT)
[B]Well, I am glad you find it suitable.[B/] He was impatient, itching for some action. He stamped and snorted, whipcord pounded a fast and steady beat against his hide. He began to pace in circles before stopping, realizing the answer to his problem. I will show you around. Later. But first... I would like to show you another favorite place of mine. His impatient and frenzied behavior came to an end as he picked up a fast and gliding trot. He picked his way through the rocks before starting to climb the cliffs leading out of the valley, and cast a glance back to see if the mare would follow.
abbydoodle96 - November 19, 2007 04:16 AM (GMT)
I nodded and followed the stallion to see what he wanted to show me. I started to climb right behind him, very eager to see whatever he wanted to show me. I continued to follow him.
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rocka - November 19, 2007 04:29 AM (GMT)
Quick steps behind him awakened him from frenzied thoughts, and he realized with triumph that the mare was following. We are going to visit a place called Willow Grove. I think you will like it there. Very much. The brute reached the top and kept on trotting, trying not to let hormones get in the way of movement. He looked back only once to see if she was going to continue to follow him once she knew where they were going.
abbydoodle96 - November 19, 2007 04:32 AM (GMT)
I came to a halt as I heard him say those words. "Woah, woah, woah," I said. I knew exactly what the Willow Grove was. It was where horses went to breed. I now knew exactly what he had in mind to do. "We're going where?" I asked, knowing where though.
rocka - November 19, 2007 04:38 AM (GMT)
You have no need to worry. I'll be nice. He gazed into her eyes, seeing her reluctance. I really don't want to force you. It will be much easier if you just come along. He walked over and gave a soft tug to her silky black tresses, and then an encouraging nudge. He was fighting to keep his actions gentle.
abbydoodle96 - November 19, 2007 04:41 AM (GMT)
I snorted and rolled my eyes. Should I just cooperate? I would probably be forced if I refused to willingly breed to Santico. I sighed and looked down at the ground for a moment before looking back at Santico. I continued to walk in the direction we were walking in, guessing I should just do this the easy way, or have to be forced. I really didn't want to do this...
abbydoodle96 - December 7, 2007 08:48 PM (GMT)
I walked back to the herd once both my new fillies were up and walking. I had to watch the second one, Adelina, a lot more than the other one, Isobel, for she was a lot more fragil and seemed to have some problems.
I came to a halt once I reached the herd of Deathtrap Riverbed, looking around for Santico. Where was he? Was he in the Claiming Lands to find more mares to make his herd bigger? Or just hiding somewhere? I nudged Adelina who had laid back down on the ground. She stood back up as I nudged her, knowing that was what I wanted her to do. I waited for Santico.
I came to a halt once I reached the herd of Deathtrap Riverbed, looking around for Santico. Where was he? Was he in the Claiming Lands to find more mares to make his herd bigger? Or just hiding somewhere? I nudged Adelina who had laid back down on the ground. She stood back up as I nudged her, knowing that was what I wanted her to do. I waited for Santico.
rocka - December 8, 2007 04:32 PM (GMT)
Yes, he could smell them. It seemed his nose now was attuned to their scents. They were precious, fragile... his. The sight of them was the one and only thing that truly melted his cold heart into a watery puddle. He saw them now, one flicking tail and prancing about, the other weary and reluctant, forced to her feet by her mother. Though at this age their appearance was much alike, both being black, it was obvious that Adelina was weaker. His lope increased in speed, pistons striking out and stretching farther than what was elegant.
Upon arriving, the brute dropped his head and jogged slowly up, nuzzling the foals before greeting his mare. I see you have taken good care of them, my sweet.It is a... pleasant surprise to see you. He had to think a moment, choosing the perfect words to greet her.
Upon arriving, the brute dropped his head and jogged slowly up, nuzzling the foals before greeting his mare. I see you have taken good care of them, my sweet.It is a... pleasant surprise to see you. He had to think a moment, choosing the perfect words to greet her.
abbydoodle96 - December 8, 2007 05:22 PM (GMT)
I looked down at the fillies by me, smiling slightly. They were mine. Yes, I had had a foal before, but this time I would make sure that these two grew up Dark, unlike her other filly who turned Light. I snorted at the thought then look back up at Santico.
"Surprised?" I asked, looking at him confused. "What, did you not know I'd be back?"
Adelina looked up at her father, letting out a small whimper. She looked over to her active sister, Isobel, then back to her father. "D-d-daddy?" she tried to say.
"Surprised?" I asked, looking at him confused. "What, did you not know I'd be back?"
Adelina looked up at her father, letting out a small whimper. She looked over to her active sister, Isobel, then back to her father. "D-d-daddy?" she tried to say.
rocka - December 9, 2007 07:03 AM (GMT)
Well, believe it or not, I am in fact not a mind reader... I was uncertain how long you would be away, tending the foals.A tiny voice captured his attention, and auds flicked back, desperate to catch the foal's feeble noise. Yes, daddy. Hello, Adelina. His eyes studied the fragile bod, so still, so silently peaceful. The quiet, cunning one. He could see it now. Damn him if either turned out untainted. He studied the other, and compared the two, impressed by their appearance. they were delicate and fine, like an Arabian, large and muscled like a shire, and they had the cresty neck, elegance, movement, and conformation of an Andalusian. Which only made sense, as his breed was less diluted than that of his mare.
Isabel wobbled over, still laughingly unsteady on her feet. Hi daddy. She gazed up with large black and violet eyes, wide and staring. I can run now. Wanna see? She attempted to strike out one leg and let the others follow as she had seen her mother so gracefully do, but only ended up tangling herself and tumbling over. She grinned sheepishly before carefully trotting off to hide behind her mother.
Isabel wobbled over, still laughingly unsteady on her feet. Hi daddy. She gazed up with large black and violet eyes, wide and staring. I can run now. Wanna see? She attempted to strike out one leg and let the others follow as she had seen her mother so gracefully do, but only ended up tangling herself and tumbling over. She grinned sheepishly before carefully trotting off to hide behind her mother.
abbydoodle96 - December 9, 2007 07:18 PM (GMT)
I looked at Adelina, studying her carefully, wondering what she would be like. Right now she was so delicate, fragil, quiet, and not very active. I turned my gaze to Isobel. She was was active, curious, and a lot more talkitive by the looks of it. But, they were both great to me, as long as they grew up to be Dark like Santico and I. I snorted as Isobel fell to her feet trying to run. "Not quite there," I said to the little foal.
Adelina watched as her twin sister tried to run. She took one step out from behind her mother, looking up at her father. She let out another soft whimper as she saw Isobel fall to the ground after her attept at running. She took a couple more steps closer to her father and snorted, looking up at him.
Adelina watched as her twin sister tried to run. She took one step out from behind her mother, looking up at her father. She let out another soft whimper as she saw Isobel fall to the ground after her attept at running. She took a couple more steps closer to her father and snorted, looking up at him.
rocka - December 21, 2007 02:09 AM (GMT)
Hello, Adelina. He gave a curt nod of his head, directed at all three faes, young or not. A sudden urge to stretch his legs gripped him, and he pranced a bit, careful not to trample Adelina beneath his dancing hooves. I must be off now, for I am getting restless. I will be back later. He sprang into the air off his hindquarters in a great show of power and strength, and gathered his slender legs beneath him and set off at a gallop. The brute was quite prone to mysterious and abrupt disappearances, and though it irked some, most became used to the unusual habit and dealt with it.
abbydoodle96 - December 21, 2007 05:27 PM (GMT)
I watched as he took off like he did back in the Foaling Lands. Why did he always do that? I thought it was kind of strange. What things did her have to do? Get more mares? I didn't know and I didn't really care. Yes, I hated being alone all of the time, but at least the foals were still with me. Little Adelina and Isobel, my little fillies. I would train them so they wouldn't turn out like Rose Bud, a pathetic light. Sure, I was calling my own foal pathetic, but that was what she was! I can't hide the fact that I didn't train Rose the way I should've. As a Dark, and not a Light or Neutral. I would have to do better with these foals.
sassaboo - December 21, 2007 09:19 PM (GMT)
Do you feel like a man when you push her around?
Do you feel better now as she falls to the ground?
Well I'll tell you my friend, one day this world's going to end
as your lies crumble down, a new life she has found.
The words explained her past, the past of the beautiful Friesian mare. With her neck arched, her extremely long forelock covered her hazel eyes. In the sunlight, she gleamed as sunlight reflected off her sweaty ebony coat. At night, she blended in...Being the terrifying demon she truly was, stalking wanderers until the right moment came for their screams to fill the night. The young mare was gorgeous to look at, not so pretty to get along with...Beautiful Disaster was a name known far and wide, Disaster the more commonly known name... Many called her a heartless creature of the night, some swear her very voice could seduce you to your death...Were these tall tales true? Well she had a heart, but very rarely had she ever shown it. As for her personality, well, stallions beware...
Feathered hooves carried the mare gracefully across the lands, having followed the King of the lands here. Cold hazel eyes searched with boredom, resting a hoof on its tip while she waited for something to happen. Anything. She had agreed to come here by one condition, that the stallion known as Santico would prove to her he could be trusted. Ah, very little did she trust anyone. To be blunt the only person she trusted was herself, after being forced to carry a filly that was rejected by the sire, and almost taken away by another large stallion, Disaster had lost all tolerance and patience for stallions and their twisted little lies. She had already made the agreement that if she did not see Santico fit for a harem master or a herd leader, she would leave. And if need be, a fight that he will not forget would be put up.
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I glanced around at the small but growing herd, watching all of the members from beneath the blanket of ebony hanging over my eyes. Mostly mares, aside from Santico. I gave a snort, it figures... Spotting the two little fillies beside a smaller mare, I wondered if she was to be the queen of the lands. No offense, but I doubt she'd be getting much respect from me if she was. I kept quiet and distanced myself from the others, glancing around the huge dried up river bed. What fun it would be to have to outrun a flood here.... Well, it'd certainly be interesting.
((lyrics by The Red Jumpsuit Apparatus))
Do you feel better now as she falls to the ground?
Well I'll tell you my friend, one day this world's going to end
as your lies crumble down, a new life she has found.
The words explained her past, the past of the beautiful Friesian mare. With her neck arched, her extremely long forelock covered her hazel eyes. In the sunlight, she gleamed as sunlight reflected off her sweaty ebony coat. At night, she blended in...Being the terrifying demon she truly was, stalking wanderers until the right moment came for their screams to fill the night. The young mare was gorgeous to look at, not so pretty to get along with...Beautiful Disaster was a name known far and wide, Disaster the more commonly known name... Many called her a heartless creature of the night, some swear her very voice could seduce you to your death...Were these tall tales true? Well she had a heart, but very rarely had she ever shown it. As for her personality, well, stallions beware...
Feathered hooves carried the mare gracefully across the lands, having followed the King of the lands here. Cold hazel eyes searched with boredom, resting a hoof on its tip while she waited for something to happen. Anything. She had agreed to come here by one condition, that the stallion known as Santico would prove to her he could be trusted. Ah, very little did she trust anyone. To be blunt the only person she trusted was herself, after being forced to carry a filly that was rejected by the sire, and almost taken away by another large stallion, Disaster had lost all tolerance and patience for stallions and their twisted little lies. She had already made the agreement that if she did not see Santico fit for a harem master or a herd leader, she would leave. And if need be, a fight that he will not forget would be put up.
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I glanced around at the small but growing herd, watching all of the members from beneath the blanket of ebony hanging over my eyes. Mostly mares, aside from Santico. I gave a snort, it figures... Spotting the two little fillies beside a smaller mare, I wondered if she was to be the queen of the lands. No offense, but I doubt she'd be getting much respect from me if she was. I kept quiet and distanced myself from the others, glancing around the huge dried up river bed. What fun it would be to have to outrun a flood here.... Well, it'd certainly be interesting.
((lyrics by The Red Jumpsuit Apparatus))
rocka - December 21, 2007 09:30 PM (GMT)
The brute normally would have shown affection to his mares by a simple lick on a cheek or something of the sort. Odd for one with alliance to the darks, but he did it all the same. But something in his mind told him that this certainly was not the way to do it with this mare. Words would have to do for now. Feel free to make yourself at home... A thought echoed in his mind. And so the trust exercises begin...
Horsegirl - December 22, 2007 03:08 AM (GMT)
I did cause a commotion
I can't help but make a scene
I ain't lookin for somethin premintent to get at me
Tell you what it's gonna be
You better step up your game
Before you can step with me
Can't you see me walkin through the door
Maybe I should turn it up a little bit more
I can't help but feel responsible
For what the girls hate
And the boys adore
Say hey what's it gonna be tonight
Come hit me up
Come hit me up
Say hey party with me tonight
Come hit me up
Come hit me up
Say hey we been running all night
Come hit me up
Come hit me up
I know you feel it cause you checking me right
Come hit me up
Come hit me up
Baby baby, just a little bit
Baby baby, just a little more
Baby baby, let me see ya
Walk to me talk to me handle me right
Baby blue orbs surveyed the land, along with another pair of haunting amber ones, as I trotted into the land. The "Deathtrap Riverbed," he had called it? Nice name. Deathtrap. I wondered if that meant anything truly relevant to the safety of the inhabitants. Hopefully not. The hawk on my back fluttered his russet and obsidian wings in annoyance at the brute.
See, he and this Santico hadn't exactly hit it off right away. Halcón had gotten mad at him for talking "strangely" to me, then apparently Santico dissed him back, and then they got into a whole little hissy fit. Seems guys have a knack for that. Especially hawks. And cranky stallions.
But oh well. I was here, finally, with Mr. I-Know-It-All and his little family of four: clearly his mate with two fillies and another mare unlucky enough to get dragged here also. Halcón decided not to chance his luck again and decided to stay on my crimson back while I sidled over to where the other mare was, the one without the fillies. She was black, pure black, and did not seem pissed. "Greetings," I said, trying to sound as non-threatening and non-wimpy as possible. "I be Volpe Rossa, Rossa if you'd prefer. This is my companion, Halcón." Cranium was tossed in his direction. He seemed to be staring at something in the distance for no apparent reason.
Hit Me Up by Gia Farrell
sassaboo - December 22, 2007 05:23 AM (GMT)
Dark hazel eyes turned to the slimmer built mare, glancing up at the bird of prey upon her back. "Pleasure Rossa, and Halcón. I am Beautiful Disaster, more commonly known as Disaster." Something about this mare was quite familier, the way she carried herself, the way she spoke, all of it. I smirked on the inside, she was just like me. Well, when I was a couple years younger at least.
A mare with teasing on her mind, played games with stallions to make them think they were oh so lucky to have such a pretty mare fall for them. Yet in reality, she doesn't really give a damn about you. She likes to see you beg, to make you want her more, only so she can break their little hearts in the end. Stallions are nothing but a mere plaything... And if breaking hearts didn't work, breaking necks did. At least, that's how it was for me. But another reason I could only smirk was because of my past. It seemed this little lady had yet to have her plans backfire, like I when I was forced to carry Agni's foal. And then almost forced again afterwards when I left the sorry brute. Why else would I become a Queen of the Sylveria forest, a refuge for mares forced or beaten by stallions. After a while the lands grew empty, stallions were wary to stay away, and mares rebuilt their lifes from that sanctuary. I got tired of being alone, so might as well resign from my kingdom and try to find one brute, just ONE brute, to prove to me that they are not all the same.
A mare with teasing on her mind, played games with stallions to make them think they were oh so lucky to have such a pretty mare fall for them. Yet in reality, she doesn't really give a damn about you. She likes to see you beg, to make you want her more, only so she can break their little hearts in the end. Stallions are nothing but a mere plaything... And if breaking hearts didn't work, breaking necks did. At least, that's how it was for me. But another reason I could only smirk was because of my past. It seemed this little lady had yet to have her plans backfire, like I when I was forced to carry Agni's foal. And then almost forced again afterwards when I left the sorry brute. Why else would I become a Queen of the Sylveria forest, a refuge for mares forced or beaten by stallions. After a while the lands grew empty, stallions were wary to stay away, and mares rebuilt their lifes from that sanctuary. I got tired of being alone, so might as well resign from my kingdom and try to find one brute, just ONE brute, to prove to me that they are not all the same.
abbydoodle96 - December 26, 2007 02:45 PM (GMT)
Oh, so this was what Santico was doing when he disapeard? He brought back a couple more mares and a...hawk. Well, that was no big deal. I walked up to them and snorted a greeting to them.
"'Lo," I said in a tone that said I wasn't all that glad they were here. I was starting to get along with Santico when they showed up. I knew Santico wanted a bigger herd, but there was one thing about this that I didn't like. We would all have to fight for the position as his favorite mare and alphess. I secretly wanted to be his alphess, but I guess that wasn't my choice. "I'm Night's Brightest Star, but you will call me Star," I finished introducing myself. I looked over at Santico, wondering what he was thinking at the moment.
"'Lo," I said in a tone that said I wasn't all that glad they were here. I was starting to get along with Santico when they showed up. I knew Santico wanted a bigger herd, but there was one thing about this that I didn't like. We would all have to fight for the position as his favorite mare and alphess. I secretly wanted to be his alphess, but I guess that wasn't my choice. "I'm Night's Brightest Star, but you will call me Star," I finished introducing myself. I looked over at Santico, wondering what he was thinking at the moment.
Horsegirl - January 6, 2008 12:32 AM (GMT)
I could tell that the black mare, Disaster, somehow liked me, in a way. "Pleasure for me, too, Disaster." Halcón gave a nod that turned into a bow and averted his orbs, hawk signals of respect. I looked around as another mare walked up, the one with the two fillies. Auds were laid back as she came up and arrogantly told us her name. A growl rumbled in my crimson throat as my fangs lusted for blood, but Halcón stopped my near attack with a small nip to my crest. "Well, you didn't have to be so pissed about it," I rumbled, perturbed that she had to act that way. "Since you're that way, I guess next you'll demand our names. Rossa and Halcón. There, happy?" I knew that that wouldn't be very good for my reputation, but I didn't care. Banner and cranium were raised high as I replied, showing that I could easily take her.
sassaboo - January 6, 2008 01:47 AM (GMT)
I gave a smile towards the hawk, dipping my own crown to him after his sign of respect. Auds flicked forward to catch the sound of a smaller little mare, before pinning themselves back at her tone with us. Listening to Rossa, I waited for her to finish before speaking as well. It seems miss Star has already gotten off to a bad start, not only stuck with two fillies by her side, but also with two mares disliking her off the bat. Tsk tsk tsk, if she was bringing this attitude up to try and pair up with Santico, she should at least /try/ and get the respect of the fellow herd members, instead of getting them pissed off at you.
"I for one believe I can and will call you whatever the hell I wish." I said, throwing back the same tone that she brought with me. I wasn't too eager for her to get my name either, no if she really wanted my name she will have to ask. "But, as what I really /want/ to call you is a /tad/ bit inappropriate, Star will just have to do for now." I spat, ugh. I will have a problem with this one, she's going to be in a lot of trouble if she thinks she can take on me, along with Rossa. I could tell her what I wanted to call her, but then that wouldn't be anymore fun would it? No...My little nickname for her shall be locked away so her 'precious' little daughters will not overhear, things like that aren't meant for young ears.
"I for one believe I can and will call you whatever the hell I wish." I said, throwing back the same tone that she brought with me. I wasn't too eager for her to get my name either, no if she really wanted my name she will have to ask. "But, as what I really /want/ to call you is a /tad/ bit inappropriate, Star will just have to do for now." I spat, ugh. I will have a problem with this one, she's going to be in a lot of trouble if she thinks she can take on me, along with Rossa. I could tell her what I wanted to call her, but then that wouldn't be anymore fun would it? No...My little nickname for her shall be locked away so her 'precious' little daughters will not overhear, things like that aren't meant for young ears.
rocka - January 6, 2008 05:38 AM (GMT)
The only thought running through his mind at the time was "fireworks." Yes, a single word. Fireworks. As in explosions. Burning. Boom. Exactly what was happening at the current moment. Audits flattened severely back to the brute's white skull. One pricked at Disaster's remark, the slightest chuckle escaped his kissers, though he stifled it quickly.
Santico threw his head, sidestepping next to Star. Maw opened, about to come to Star's defense, but shut quickly, as he wished to see where this would go. Mares could be so amusing at times. Though if things got badly out of hand, something would have to be done. But Star had it coming, that he admitted. He liked her very much indeed, but her way of arrogance was going to get her into quite a lot of trouble with the others, who had a hell of a lot more attitude. Easy ladies... His quiet murmur was carried off into the cooling night air, taken from him by a breeze, though perhaps not unheard by the others.
Santico threw his head, sidestepping next to Star. Maw opened, about to come to Star's defense, but shut quickly, as he wished to see where this would go. Mares could be so amusing at times. Though if things got badly out of hand, something would have to be done. But Star had it coming, that he admitted. He liked her very much indeed, but her way of arrogance was going to get her into quite a lot of trouble with the others, who had a hell of a lot more attitude. Easy ladies... His quiet murmur was carried off into the cooling night air, taken from him by a breeze, though perhaps not unheard by the others.
abbydoodle96 - January 7, 2008 01:31 AM (GMT)
I rolled my eyes at the mare then snorted, slamming a dagger into the ground. "And they call you /Beautiful/ Disaster?" I said. I had to say, I wasn't the best at insults, but that was because I didn't really take them. I didn't believe them.
"Perchè giusto non andrete, voi stupido mucchio... di niente?" I said in my native tongue, really hoping she didn't speak Italian. I snorted and looked over at Santico. /Lovely/ mares you have here. I thought to myself, rolling my eyes at the mare. I already didn't like her, and I probably never would. Everything was a whole lot better when it was just me and Santico...and Adelina and Isobel, my foals. Anything but these idiots would have been great.
Translation
Perchè giusto non andrete, voi stupido mucchio... di niente?
Why won't you just leave, you stupid pile of...nothing?
((Short post.))
"Perchè giusto non andrete, voi stupido mucchio... di niente?" I said in my native tongue, really hoping she didn't speak Italian. I snorted and looked over at Santico. /Lovely/ mares you have here. I thought to myself, rolling my eyes at the mare. I already didn't like her, and I probably never would. Everything was a whole lot better when it was just me and Santico...and Adelina and Isobel, my foals. Anything but these idiots would have been great.
Translation
Perchè giusto non andrete, voi stupido mucchio... di niente?
Why won't you just leave, you stupid pile of...nothing?
((Short post.))
sassaboo - January 7, 2008 01:50 AM (GMT)
Nothing but a huge grin was plastered against my muzzle, a chuckle coming from me as she at least tried to insult me. I looked to Rossa, with my grin still on my muzzle as if to say 'Can you believe her?'. Oh how I hope this wench will pick a fight with me, will do the world some good without her. And if I have to I'll slay the little rats beside her as well.
"Now now, your a mother, right? Which means your old enough to at least come up with some better insults than that..."
I wasn't going to waste my time on this, obviously she wasn't a good enough opponent to even throw back a proper insult. I glanced at Santico, rolling my eyes for a moment. /Even you can do better than this.../ What a shame, seemed like little miss Star was very upset with me. How will I go on knowing that she will hate me forever? Perfectly fine that's how. As she stomped a hoof, I just continued to smirk at her. Oh how fun it is to toy with people, make them angry at you for no reason. I had a pretty good guess at why the wench was so upset, with Rossa and I here, she was no longer Santico's precious only mare. She's threatened by us, with or without her two fillies. I guess she thought that now that she's carried two fillies, a spot for favorites or alphess was in the bag. Not quite little missy. I brought my muzzle towards her ear, whispering to her.
"If this is to impress Santico, you can do much better than this. And don't bother feeling threatened by me, you can keep him locked away in your little heart forever if you wish."
I stepped away from Star, pretty confident that I had gotten completely under her skin by now. She was no threat to me, and if I was any threat to her, whether it was to do with Santico or not, it certainly wasn't worth my time.
"Now now, your a mother, right? Which means your old enough to at least come up with some better insults than that..."
I wasn't going to waste my time on this, obviously she wasn't a good enough opponent to even throw back a proper insult. I glanced at Santico, rolling my eyes for a moment. /Even you can do better than this.../ What a shame, seemed like little miss Star was very upset with me. How will I go on knowing that she will hate me forever? Perfectly fine that's how. As she stomped a hoof, I just continued to smirk at her. Oh how fun it is to toy with people, make them angry at you for no reason. I had a pretty good guess at why the wench was so upset, with Rossa and I here, she was no longer Santico's precious only mare. She's threatened by us, with or without her two fillies. I guess she thought that now that she's carried two fillies, a spot for favorites or alphess was in the bag. Not quite little missy. I brought my muzzle towards her ear, whispering to her.
"If this is to impress Santico, you can do much better than this. And don't bother feeling threatened by me, you can keep him locked away in your little heart forever if you wish."
I stepped away from Star, pretty confident that I had gotten completely under her skin by now. She was no threat to me, and if I was any threat to her, whether it was to do with Santico or not, it certainly wasn't worth my time.
Horsegirl - January 7, 2008 04:37 AM (GMT)
I was about ready to lunge forward and satisfy my urges, but it wouldn't be very good for the little ones to see dear Mother fallen to the ivories of an angry chestnut mare, now would it? Not that I cared, it was realy just a thought. I kept my lust for revenge in check as I listened to her speech.
As she spoke, I sized up her movements. First off, her foot-stomp. Other than proving that she's a brat that's having a little temper tantrum here, it does nothing but prove weakness. And her insult? Terrible. Both the English and Italian ones were bad. And why Italian? Clearly she had no clue that I spoke it. Time to shake her up a bit.
"Quello deve essere circa l'insulto che più difettoso mi sia sentito mai," I said, maw smug with my little complication. "Il non soltanto vostro uno inglese, ma in italiano pure. Vi sono sorprendo che non può fare più meglio. Bene, realmente, non sono. Vedendo poichè avete presto due fillies questo e devono venire sopra ed asserirsi, dimostra che siete incapaci di mantenere un alto Rank. Di conseguenza suggerisco che ora arrestate questa destra, prima che dimostriamo che siete incapace incredibile della tenuta il vostri propri fra noi, persino benchè entrambi stiamo facendo male per una lotta; Io in effetti ora che lusting per l'anima. E, per gli scopi di lasciare tutti capiscono il nostro discorso, io suggeriscono che rimaniamo in inglese, anche se non lo metterei oltre il disastro per parlare italiano pure." I wasn't sure if the little girls spoke Italian, or even understood it. I hoped they didn't.
TRANSLATION
Quello deve essere circa l'insulto che più difettoso mi sia sentito mai. ~ That has got to be about the worst insult I have ever heard.
Il non soltanto vostro uno inglese, ma in italiano pure. Vi sono sorprendo che non può fare più meglio. Bene, realmente, non sono. Vedendo poichè avete presto due fillies questo e devono venire sopra ed asserirsi, dimostra che siete incapaci di mantenere un alto Rank. Di conseguenza suggerisco che ora arrestate questa destra, prima che dimostriamo che siete incapace incredibile della tenuta il vostri propri fra noi, persino benchè entrambi stiamo facendo male per una lotta; Io in effetti ora che lusting per l'anima. E, per gli scopi di lasciare tutti capiscono il nostro discorso, io suggeriscono che rimaniamo in inglese, anche se non lo metterei oltre il disastro per parlare italiano pure. ~ Not only your English one, but in Italian as well. I'm surprised you can't do better. Well, actually, I'm not. Seeing as you have two fillies this early, and have to come over and assert yourself, proves that you are incapable of keeping a high rank. Therefore I suggest that you stop this right now, before we prove that you are incredible incapable of holding your own among us, even though we both are aching for a fight; I in fact am lusting for blood now. And, for the purposes of letting all understand our speech, I suggest we stay in English, although I wouldn't put it past Disaster to speak Italian as well.
As she spoke, I sized up her movements. First off, her foot-stomp. Other than proving that she's a brat that's having a little temper tantrum here, it does nothing but prove weakness. And her insult? Terrible. Both the English and Italian ones were bad. And why Italian? Clearly she had no clue that I spoke it. Time to shake her up a bit.
"Quello deve essere circa l'insulto che più difettoso mi sia sentito mai," I said, maw smug with my little complication. "Il non soltanto vostro uno inglese, ma in italiano pure. Vi sono sorprendo che non può fare più meglio. Bene, realmente, non sono. Vedendo poichè avete presto due fillies questo e devono venire sopra ed asserirsi, dimostra che siete incapaci di mantenere un alto Rank. Di conseguenza suggerisco che ora arrestate questa destra, prima che dimostriamo che siete incapace incredibile della tenuta il vostri propri fra noi, persino benchè entrambi stiamo facendo male per una lotta; Io in effetti ora che lusting per l'anima. E, per gli scopi di lasciare tutti capiscono il nostro discorso, io suggeriscono che rimaniamo in inglese, anche se non lo metterei oltre il disastro per parlare italiano pure." I wasn't sure if the little girls spoke Italian, or even understood it. I hoped they didn't.
TRANSLATION
Quello deve essere circa l'insulto che più difettoso mi sia sentito mai. ~ That has got to be about the worst insult I have ever heard.
Il non soltanto vostro uno inglese, ma in italiano pure. Vi sono sorprendo che non può fare più meglio. Bene, realmente, non sono. Vedendo poichè avete presto due fillies questo e devono venire sopra ed asserirsi, dimostra che siete incapaci di mantenere un alto Rank. Di conseguenza suggerisco che ora arrestate questa destra, prima che dimostriamo che siete incapace incredibile della tenuta il vostri propri fra noi, persino benchè entrambi stiamo facendo male per una lotta; Io in effetti ora che lusting per l'anima. E, per gli scopi di lasciare tutti capiscono il nostro discorso, io suggeriscono che rimaniamo in inglese, anche se non lo metterei oltre il disastro per parlare italiano pure. ~ Not only your English one, but in Italian as well. I'm surprised you can't do better. Well, actually, I'm not. Seeing as you have two fillies this early, and have to come over and assert yourself, proves that you are incapable of keeping a high rank. Therefore I suggest that you stop this right now, before we prove that you are incredible incapable of holding your own among us, even though we both are aching for a fight; I in fact am lusting for blood now. And, for the purposes of letting all understand our speech, I suggest we stay in English, although I wouldn't put it past Disaster to speak Italian as well.
abbydoodle96 - January 21, 2008 08:05 PM (GMT)
I listened to the mare, knowing that one of the mares probably knew Italian like her. It was her first language and the language that she grew up knowing, until I learned it a couple years back. I decided that I better not get on these mares' bad sides, and just fit in with the rest. I /was/ the first mare here, and the first one to give birth to Santico's foals, but was I good enough to match up to these mares? This was when my breed got in the way, with only being an Arabian.
I thought it was much nicer when it was just me and Santico, even though we did get off to a bad start. We learned to tolerate each other and just live in "peace". I nodded and looked over to my girls. Adelina was nipping her twin sister, Isabel, on the legs. I snorted and turned back to the others. Yes, I'd have to learn how to fit in with these mares...
I thought it was much nicer when it was just me and Santico, even though we did get off to a bad start. We learned to tolerate each other and just live in "peace". I nodded and looked over to my girls. Adelina was nipping her twin sister, Isabel, on the legs. I snorted and turned back to the others. Yes, I'd have to learn how to fit in with these mares...
Zephyr - January 30, 2008 03:26 AM (GMT)
Full Name: Broken Devotion
Nickname: Omen
Age: Seven
Gender: Stallion
Breed: Friesian [ undiluted ]
Coat Color: Black
Mane/Tail Color: Black
Height: 16hh
Personality: Coy, seductive, intelligent, refined
Alliance: Dark
History: None to speak of. Travelled through a few herds, creating hassles and starting fights. An undesirable herd member.
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Cruel vermillion eyes ravaged the desolate terrain, each bent and broken tree, every fallen leaf and every pebble was taken in. The beast took in great detail of the possible escape routes, though he deemed that flight would not be needed tonight. Tonight he would wait until his presence was noticed, by mare, stallion, or babe. It would do the mothers well to keep their young from the reach of this beast, for dark heethans like himself rarely took well to foals. Broken Devotion had never fathered any foals, he had only created them. Smirking, his onyx irons stabbed powerfully at the soil. His 'aura' was none-too-friendly, with his tattered ears glued to his apex, his crested name drawn tight to his chest, and his black lips trembling over his stained enamels. He was polite, he was caring, he was kind and of course he was attentive. He was also a liar, truly insincere. He toyed with the minds of his targets, no matter how well guarded their thoughts, Broken Devotion read them with ease. His tongue was predominantly foul, less surrounded by tasty vixens, though stallions often received the bitterness kept within him. He wasn't a desirable stallion to have in a herd, for he was dishonest and loyal only to himself and his needs. He didn't care, he just didn't care.
For a Friesian, he was just above average height, gliding sixteen hands above the dirt. He knew several other Friesians who towered at seventeen hands or so, but they could hardly call themselves purebloods, for that was what he was. Purebred, pureblooded, pure in every essence. His passion was to seduce, disarm and dethrone, and perhaps that was what he intended to do here. His stance was relaxed as he ground to a restrained halt, his right hind leg pitched forth onto it's tip. His tail's sable fibres were tossed about in the light wind, as was his shaggy, unkempt mane. He had the look of a rogue or a pilgrim, but at heart he was a herd lover. He just kept his stays short in every visit, and the leader of this land should have hoped that his stay would be very, very... very short. His scarred flanks rose in a rhythm of one, two, one, two, portraying to any onlooker that he was calm and well collected, and foolishly unwary.
"Might i have an audience of someone from this fine herd" His crimson tongue slithered back into his jowels and he eyed the bleak horizon for company. Come on, he chided, come and play with me...
The stag waited, the harsh sun beating down onto his ridged back with a strong intensity. Tiresome, the beast began to glide towards where he believed the herd would be nestled. In the heart of the valley, the cliffs pitched inwards, making it almost impossible for any intruder or escapee to run anywhere, anytime. He made his way cautiously down the slopes, his long spiralling tail held high above his ramp. Pride and conscious arrogance was portrayed through his collected, determined movements. Soon enough the herd slipped into view, and he instantly sought out the equally dark bodice of his former acquaintance, Beautiful Disaster. The friesian brute made for her, his ears waiting for the thunder of the alpha's hooves as he made his way toward the stallion hunting down his harem members.
Broken Devotion eyed the other two mares who were with the friesian mistress, and noted the presence of two newborn flickas. With a coy smile, he tossed his head and vocalised his arrival. "Diaster," he called, his bitter tone soaked through with 'excitement' "Lovely to see you here again" He skirted the foals and their mother carefully, he knew it smarter to overestimate the aggression of dark mares with their... spawn. "I figured bringing myself... close to your 'kings' ladies and his lovely young... children would bring him flying out of the shadows soon enough." Children!? I kid myself... Meals, both of them. Pleasantries and flattery came easily to the stout friesian, and he made the most of his intellect. "Evening, my ladies" Crooned the beast, his vermillion eyes grazing each femme in turn, Beautiful Disaster, the fine chestnut with her admirable winged companion and the other... arabian and co. "If you feel the need to talk to me, it's Omen" Absent minedly, he swung his head left, cold eyes floating over the land. Other than his name, he didn't need to talk... yet.
fin. p.s. Just realised i'll be away for about four days from today xD as Sassaboo said, perfect timing to bring Omen in. Ah well! Hopefully there will be some replies waiting for meh :] Oh, and Rocka, i brought him straight into the herd so he could get accepted quicker :] He had a topic but Disaster came to see him instead, hope i'm not being to evil :)
sassaboo - January 30, 2008 11:36 PM (GMT)
Ears flicked back to listen to Omen's approach, catching his words that brought a hidden smirk beneath my expressionless muzzle. From underneath my forelock I watched him, watching his gaze linger on each member of the herd. Hazel optics turned cold, wordlessly telling him to be more patient when it came to the foals. I knew what he was thinking, only because of the way I had originally met him outside of Hopeless Hearts. Softening my glare, I looked around for Santico. Where in the world was that brute?
rocka - February 1, 2008 01:28 AM (GMT)
Auds pricked, the crooning voice of another brute wavering towards him, setting him on edge. Santico whipped his head around, auds swiveling with astonishing speed. Nares flared incessantly, taking in the disturbing scent. He reared, pawing at the air, distressed but not nervous. He landed heavily on his forelegs, and then tucked his hindquarters beneath him, springing into a gallop, relaxed and consistent. Flints ate up the ground, tearing at the turf as he went. He had not much strength, but this intrusion picked at his mind and drove him on. The voice came nearer, and he slowed, flints dragging through the mud, splashing up his grey legs, and adorning them with spots.
Santico checked direction once more, then struck out to a thin trail that lead through the brush to the clearing. Brambles and thorns scratched along his sides, but the preoccupied brute took no notice. He quieted his frenzied breathing as he drew closer, and he crept toward the voices, standing on the fringes of the wood outside the clearing. In one swift movement he stepped from the shadows, emerging from the gloom that he surprisingly melted in with, despite his light grey dappled coloring. He took a few slow steps toward the group, staring the brute in the eye. Can I help you? No need to be overly rude, but definitely no need to be overly inviting either.
Santico checked direction once more, then struck out to a thin trail that lead through the brush to the clearing. Brambles and thorns scratched along his sides, but the preoccupied brute took no notice. He quieted his frenzied breathing as he drew closer, and he crept toward the voices, standing on the fringes of the wood outside the clearing. In one swift movement he stepped from the shadows, emerging from the gloom that he surprisingly melted in with, despite his light grey dappled coloring. He took a few slow steps toward the group, staring the brute in the eye. Can I help you? No need to be overly rude, but definitely no need to be overly inviting either.
sassaboo - February 1, 2008 01:43 AM (GMT)
I flicked my ears back, annoyed with Santico's approach actually. I understood that stallions often disliked other stallions coming into their lands, and would often banish them from the lands before even knowing the names of the brute. I walked towards Santico with my crown held high. I knew I was in no place to be telling Santico what to do or to be 'challenging' him with my posture, but Omen was one of the few stallions I tolerated, past and present.
"Santico, this is Omen. He is a former acquaintance of mine, and one of the very few stallions and equines I can put up with. He would like acceptance into the herd, and I know how most Alpha's feel about strange stallions entering a herd with mostly mares. But nonetheless I ask that you accept him, if I am to be staying in these lands for long, I would at least enjoy having more company of those I know and actually enjoy the company of."
The last part of my request was mainly towards the fact that Star and I had yet to get along, though for the timebeing we had mostly just been staying away from each other. My tone almost dared Santico to deny my request, my firm gaze warning that it may be better for Santico and his little family to let Omen stay, for now at least.
"Santico, this is Omen. He is a former acquaintance of mine, and one of the very few stallions and equines I can put up with. He would like acceptance into the herd, and I know how most Alpha's feel about strange stallions entering a herd with mostly mares. But nonetheless I ask that you accept him, if I am to be staying in these lands for long, I would at least enjoy having more company of those I know and actually enjoy the company of."
The last part of my request was mainly towards the fact that Star and I had yet to get along, though for the timebeing we had mostly just been staying away from each other. My tone almost dared Santico to deny my request, my firm gaze warning that it may be better for Santico and his little family to let Omen stay, for now at least.
((Since Zeph won't be online until the 3rd, I figured I'd introduce Omen xD ))
rocka - February 1, 2008 05:11 AM (GMT)
She was a dominant mare. He understood that in the fullest. Not only did he understand but he respected it. Except when she attempted to challenge his authority. No need to be defensive. It is not as if I am going to banish him this very instant. I smelled another brute and came to investigate, and as far as I know, seeing as I rule this land, I am quite entitled to do so. His piercing black eyes scrutinized the black brute, noting that he was only slightly taller, though just as heavily built, if not a bit more. He took a few steps closer, then made a wide circle around the brute, looking him over, for what particular reason he did not know. I see no problem with him residing here, for now. He dipped his head to the brute in acknowledgment, shooting a glance at Disaster before greeting Rossa, turning entirely back to his own business, though not ignoring the two Friesians.
Horsegirl - February 2, 2008 12:08 AM (GMT)
I tore my gaze away from Star with the new arrival. I had become quite bored with her "reply." Bored and annoyed. I could bet what she was thinking. Oh, her life's going just great. She's met the brute of her life, she's bore a double batch for him, and now here she is, all in position to become his queen. My thoughts were overflowing with sarcasm, so much that if you opened my red noggin, you'd almost drown in the stuff. Well, life ain't that way, sweetheart. Two little tikes are the last thing you want. Better to save those for when you're queen. Or even better, never. Yeah, I said never. You don't want to be bogged down by spawn until you're sure of leadership, or have a nanny of sorts. Then you can go out and cheat on your "love." Ah, yeah, that's fun.
Baby blues flicked to the black brute who'd arrived. My, was he handsome. Dashing jett steed, even larger and heavier-set than our dear Santico. Wonderful. Now I'd actually have someone to toy around with while I was here. If he had the same persona as me, then we'd both me very lucky dogs. Pistons brought me to his side; banner and skull raised to show off my apparent good looks. Halcón just sighed and shook his feathered head, but did nothing more, noting that the brute had taken a good look at both of us. Russet-black bands shone in the light as he spread his wings. Small chuckle escaped my maw as I came closer to the stallion. "Greetings," I said, orbs blinking occasionally. "I be called Volpe Rossa, Rossa if you'd prefer. Italian name, dearie; if you know it then you'll understand the translation. This is Halcón." Head tossed to the bird on my back.
"Pleasure," was the one word he said. Head turned back to the stag. "He...doesn't really talk much. Omen, is it? Very nice." I understood perfectly that that into was rather...interesting. But I din't care. Anything to drum up conversation in this pit. Only Disaster was worth talking to. Santico was typically off doing some stallion thing, and Star was just boring. Of course, there was the hawk, but Halcón wasn't exactly the kind to talk about equine things. This was my only hope.
Baby blues flicked to the black brute who'd arrived. My, was he handsome. Dashing jett steed, even larger and heavier-set than our dear Santico. Wonderful. Now I'd actually have someone to toy around with while I was here. If he had the same persona as me, then we'd both me very lucky dogs. Pistons brought me to his side; banner and skull raised to show off my apparent good looks. Halcón just sighed and shook his feathered head, but did nothing more, noting that the brute had taken a good look at both of us. Russet-black bands shone in the light as he spread his wings. Small chuckle escaped my maw as I came closer to the stallion. "Greetings," I said, orbs blinking occasionally. "I be called Volpe Rossa, Rossa if you'd prefer. Italian name, dearie; if you know it then you'll understand the translation. This is Halcón." Head tossed to the bird on my back.
"Pleasure," was the one word he said. Head turned back to the stag. "He...doesn't really talk much. Omen, is it? Very nice." I understood perfectly that that into was rather...interesting. But I din't care. Anything to drum up conversation in this pit. Only Disaster was worth talking to. Santico was typically off doing some stallion thing, and Star was just boring. Of course, there was the hawk, but Halcón wasn't exactly the kind to talk about equine things. This was my only hope.
Zephyr - February 3, 2008 11:35 PM (GMT)
nothing but an... OMEN
With a twitch of his shapely brows, Broken Devotion eyed Disaster with a sly grin. His eyes eventually left the lean bodies of the fillies and rested upon her own cold eyes. I know, i know, not yet... Forcing a straight expression, the staunch friesian waited. He was a stag of little patience, and the constant fluttering of his plumage showed that well enough. Slightly yellowed enamels ground against each other as his tongue thrummed old forgotten tunes in his mouth. His memories of his youth were scare, most he just refused to speak of, but he remembered his mother. Fourteen years old at his birth, wisened by pain and hardship, she was a skilled raconteur, a teller of stories and songs. Forgotten melodies played now, engraved into memories within the depths of his mind. He hummed carelessly, whatever impressions he made on these mares could be changed, and 'would' be changed by time.
The beat of his tongue against the roof of his mouth ceased as the winds bore the scent of a dominant creature. Soon the shadows slunk away to reveal their master, Santico. His grey hue was a great contrast against Broken Devotion's solid black, a conflict of color and ego. -Can i help you? Broken Devotion allowed a 'polite' expression of slight gratitude to cloak his dark muzzle as the two exchanged glances. Despite how subtle the looks seemed, they were very important. The two stallions eyed each other up, testing, challenging, probing for weakness.
Eyes and ears followed Disaster now, and hidden smirks caught his lips. I'm oh so glad you enjoy my company, Disaster... Several thoughts echoed about his skull as introductions were carried out. Broken Devotion praised the alabaster brute in silence as he kept a wide berth around his bode. Santico had made a decent enough impression so that his sharp tongue kept his wicked comments at bay. As Santico scrutinized his opponent, Broken Devotion took the time to do the same. Both beasts were well built and proportioned, but the difference in breed varied certain aspects such as coat hue and conformation. Well matched in a tussle, it seemed, to those who were ignorant. Broken Devotion made sure not to underestimate the talent of the other stag, as it was in Santico's best interests not to underestimate him.
As Broken Devotion was accepted, he chose to speak "Your hospitality is greatly appreciated, Santico. Thank you..." His gaze tracked the eyes of the other stallion as he looked to each of his harem. It seemed Santico wasn't bothered by the authoritive seraphs, though Omen assumed he would feel that sting later. Santico turned away, and Omen spoke to Beautiful Disaster "Well spoken, Disaster. Thank you for the formalities, it seems he's quite taken with you." He pondered quietly if either she or the chestnut planned to spit out a few lumps of spawn for him in the near future. Vermillion eyes narrowed, his cold pupils darting to the chestnut as she spoke.
"A pleasure, Lady Rossa", he crooned gently. "Again to you to, Master Halcon" His mug dropped as he made a curt gesture to the feathered companion "I believe you'll be disappointed to know that i know nothing but the English tongue and a few common phrases in French. I like to make my point straight away... Yes, Omen, not quite an impressive name when compared with yours." His nape flexed, curvature cresting to settle comfortably for conversation. As the copper valkyrie mentioned Halcon, his sharp eyes lifted to the hawk, appraising "Words merely pass the time, actions are the catalyst"
FIN :]
With a twitch of his shapely brows, Broken Devotion eyed Disaster with a sly grin. His eyes eventually left the lean bodies of the fillies and rested upon her own cold eyes. I know, i know, not yet... Forcing a straight expression, the staunch friesian waited. He was a stag of little patience, and the constant fluttering of his plumage showed that well enough. Slightly yellowed enamels ground against each other as his tongue thrummed old forgotten tunes in his mouth. His memories of his youth were scare, most he just refused to speak of, but he remembered his mother. Fourteen years old at his birth, wisened by pain and hardship, she was a skilled raconteur, a teller of stories and songs. Forgotten melodies played now, engraved into memories within the depths of his mind. He hummed carelessly, whatever impressions he made on these mares could be changed, and 'would' be changed by time.
The beat of his tongue against the roof of his mouth ceased as the winds bore the scent of a dominant creature. Soon the shadows slunk away to reveal their master, Santico. His grey hue was a great contrast against Broken Devotion's solid black, a conflict of color and ego. -Can i help you? Broken Devotion allowed a 'polite' expression of slight gratitude to cloak his dark muzzle as the two exchanged glances. Despite how subtle the looks seemed, they were very important. The two stallions eyed each other up, testing, challenging, probing for weakness.
Eyes and ears followed Disaster now, and hidden smirks caught his lips. I'm oh so glad you enjoy my company, Disaster... Several thoughts echoed about his skull as introductions were carried out. Broken Devotion praised the alabaster brute in silence as he kept a wide berth around his bode. Santico had made a decent enough impression so that his sharp tongue kept his wicked comments at bay. As Santico scrutinized his opponent, Broken Devotion took the time to do the same. Both beasts were well built and proportioned, but the difference in breed varied certain aspects such as coat hue and conformation. Well matched in a tussle, it seemed, to those who were ignorant. Broken Devotion made sure not to underestimate the talent of the other stag, as it was in Santico's best interests not to underestimate him.
As Broken Devotion was accepted, he chose to speak "Your hospitality is greatly appreciated, Santico. Thank you..." His gaze tracked the eyes of the other stallion as he looked to each of his harem. It seemed Santico wasn't bothered by the authoritive seraphs, though Omen assumed he would feel that sting later. Santico turned away, and Omen spoke to Beautiful Disaster "Well spoken, Disaster. Thank you for the formalities, it seems he's quite taken with you." He pondered quietly if either she or the chestnut planned to spit out a few lumps of spawn for him in the near future. Vermillion eyes narrowed, his cold pupils darting to the chestnut as she spoke.
"A pleasure, Lady Rossa", he crooned gently. "Again to you to, Master Halcon" His mug dropped as he made a curt gesture to the feathered companion "I believe you'll be disappointed to know that i know nothing but the English tongue and a few common phrases in French. I like to make my point straight away... Yes, Omen, not quite an impressive name when compared with yours." His nape flexed, curvature cresting to settle comfortably for conversation. As the copper valkyrie mentioned Halcon, his sharp eyes lifted to the hawk, appraising "Words merely pass the time, actions are the catalyst"
FIN :]
sassaboo - February 4, 2008 03:56 AM (GMT)
"Thank you for the formalities, it seems he's quite taken with you."
I frowned with disgust, rolling my eyes. "Joy...Too bad for him." I said, my tone thick with sarcasm. It wasn't like Santico was going to get anything out of it, I wasn't planning to give anyone the worthiness of a foal from me. Not without a fight, only if a fight with that did happen, I'd be sure to win. I may sound arrogant and selfish with my way of thinking that, but foals can be so annoying, especially with my past.
As Rossa approached, I fought back a smirk with words, tone, and attitude. Like I had said, just like me a few years ago. It was going to be interesting to see whether or not her games would work with Omen, or backfire with his games towards her. I said nothing, I could warn Rossa about what the possilities would be if she continued her way of acting... But it so much more fun to watch the destruction when it's not your own... Both Rossa as well as Omen would provide something interesting while they cooed and crooned to each other, despite the fact that I knew to both it was practically a game...
I frowned with disgust, rolling my eyes. "Joy...Too bad for him." I said, my tone thick with sarcasm. It wasn't like Santico was going to get anything out of it, I wasn't planning to give anyone the worthiness of a foal from me. Not without a fight, only if a fight with that did happen, I'd be sure to win. I may sound arrogant and selfish with my way of thinking that, but foals can be so annoying, especially with my past.
As Rossa approached, I fought back a smirk with words, tone, and attitude. Like I had said, just like me a few years ago. It was going to be interesting to see whether or not her games would work with Omen, or backfire with his games towards her. I said nothing, I could warn Rossa about what the possilities would be if she continued her way of acting... But it so much more fun to watch the destruction when it's not your own... Both Rossa as well as Omen would provide something interesting while they cooed and crooned to each other, despite the fact that I knew to both it was practically a game...
Horsegirl - February 10, 2008 07:19 AM (GMT)
I nodded to his words, a smirk slightly playing upon my crimson face. It seemed that Omen was actually interesting, after all. What will his reply and courteous gestures and speaking, he might just be what I need. And what he called me by: Lady Rossa and Master Halcón. I knew that a grin was working its way around the hawk's sharp beak at Omen's calling of him. "You speak the truth, Sir Omen." I rolled my eyes at his words; where my friend came from, it was respectful to call another "sir" or "lady" if they called you by a high name. He followed up his greeting with a bow and averted eyes, just as he had with Disaster. Oh, Disaster. Orbs flicked to her as I wondered what she was thinking of all this. Whether it was positive or negative. Hopefully the former. Cranium swung to the brute as I spoke again. "Well we shall just have to fix the language gap, now shall we? And thank you." Smirk turned to smile. "You can tell that Halcón opens up when you speak of something he knows, right?" Aud flicked back on the last word, catching the bird's quiet "Hey!" A silent chuckle escaped me as I listened. "Now, seeing as you and Disaster happen to be the only talkative ones here, let's get on with something actually interesting. Where do you come from? You don't have to go in-depth, of course, just a little overview."
Zephyr - February 17, 2008 05:58 AM (GMT)
nothing but an... OMEN
Oh oh oh, Beautiful Disaster knew him too well, but when confronted with a mare, he was quite predicatable. Raised to be well spoken, he'd done as he was told as an adolescent, but after maturing and gaining independance, he'd decided to twist his words and lie. He was an honest liar, if you could understand him. The hawk rasped his retort respectfully, and Broken Devotion left it at that with the feathered creature. His charred hide shifted as his limbs shuffled him left slightly, an inch or two towards Disaster. He listened to the copper equiness as she questioned him about his origin. Strictly off limits. His enamels ground, hidden behind his chapped lips. Velvet muzzle quivered unnoticably as he thought up his reply "I can't tell you everything. Respect and trust would gain you that in time. But i am a nomadic fellow, never stayed anywhere long, or ruled a herd. It's not my thing. I like to... make things happen, unsettle the settled things. What of you, Lady Rossa? What information are you willing to part with?" His dark red eyes slipped left to stare blankly at Disaster. Isolating her, he felt, was almost rude, if not arrogant. "Disaster, why not share your history with us?" She wouldn't tell, the pair of them were too alike. His ears listened for any response from the two pretties, while his eyes lingered on those of Beautiful Disaster, waiting.
FIN :]
Oh oh oh, Beautiful Disaster knew him too well, but when confronted with a mare, he was quite predicatable. Raised to be well spoken, he'd done as he was told as an adolescent, but after maturing and gaining independance, he'd decided to twist his words and lie. He was an honest liar, if you could understand him. The hawk rasped his retort respectfully, and Broken Devotion left it at that with the feathered creature. His charred hide shifted as his limbs shuffled him left slightly, an inch or two towards Disaster. He listened to the copper equiness as she questioned him about his origin. Strictly off limits. His enamels ground, hidden behind his chapped lips. Velvet muzzle quivered unnoticably as he thought up his reply "I can't tell you everything. Respect and trust would gain you that in time. But i am a nomadic fellow, never stayed anywhere long, or ruled a herd. It's not my thing. I like to... make things happen, unsettle the settled things. What of you, Lady Rossa? What information are you willing to part with?" His dark red eyes slipped left to stare blankly at Disaster. Isolating her, he felt, was almost rude, if not arrogant. "Disaster, why not share your history with us?" She wouldn't tell, the pair of them were too alike. His ears listened for any response from the two pretties, while his eyes lingered on those of Beautiful Disaster, waiting.
FIN :]
sassaboo - February 17, 2008 07:42 PM (GMT)
Noticing Omen scoot a little closer to me, I didn't budge. He knew me well enough that I was not afraid of him, nor did I have any reason to be. So I just let him stand closer, despite the oddity in it. Still listening to the pair speak, I narrowed my gaze as Omen asked me of my past. He knew more than enough as it was already. And as for Rossa, I wasn't planning on telling her any time soon. I wasn't planning on telling anyone any time soon. "You know very well that I have my reasons to keep my past to myself. What everyone knows right now is all they should need to know." I muttered, turning my gaze to glare at the horizon but kept my auds towards the conversation. My mind wandered to my memories, my past. Over time my auds pinned themselves to my skull, buried beneath my tresses as I shook the thoughts from my mind.
Horsegirl - February 20, 2008 07:31 PM (GMT)
I understood their need to keep things hidden. With darks, there's often things that aren't meant to be shared. I respected that. But it didn't mean I had to be the same. "Understandable. I won't pressure you. We all have things to be kept locked away. Now then, what of me?" Thorns flicked around as I thought for a moment, then spoke again. "My father was Italian, mother Spanish. She was stolen into my father's herd, though he was not leader. Once the leader found out, he forced us away and planned to kill my sire. The three of us became nomads, and at three springs I was a loner." I wasn't sure of their reaction to my longer history, but I didn't really care. I hadn't even said the half of it.
Zephyr - February 21, 2008 03:12 AM (GMT)
nothing but an... OMEN
Omen recieved the narrow eyes from Beautiful Disaster immediately, and snorted softly. Just teasing, lovely... Burgundy eyes rolled over her face as she spoke -"You know very well that I have my reasons to keep my past to myself. What everyone knows right now is all they should need to know."- Fair enough. Omen hadn't expected the query to be accepted at all. She turned away from them, and he let her be. Rossa took her turn next, and he nodded along to her voice "Far more interesting than my own history, Lady Rossa" He listened adeptly to the information, and like a sponge [ xD ] took it all in. Any creature of his level of intelligence would be simply idiotic to ignore valuable info like that, when it was released so willingly. He strongly doubted though, that he would need to ever twist it against her, but it was an advantage. Tapered pinnacles swept to the right, as he calmly eyed the lead stallion as he minded his own business. Things would possibly become very interesting in the near future. When Broken Devotion joined a herd, things never... flowed. "If i may so bold again, Ladies..." he paused, choosing his words. Blunt. Just ask. "Why stay here?"
FIN :]
Omen recieved the narrow eyes from Beautiful Disaster immediately, and snorted softly. Just teasing, lovely... Burgundy eyes rolled over her face as she spoke -"You know very well that I have my reasons to keep my past to myself. What everyone knows right now is all they should need to know."- Fair enough. Omen hadn't expected the query to be accepted at all. She turned away from them, and he let her be. Rossa took her turn next, and he nodded along to her voice "Far more interesting than my own history, Lady Rossa" He listened adeptly to the information, and like a sponge [ xD ] took it all in. Any creature of his level of intelligence would be simply idiotic to ignore valuable info like that, when it was released so willingly. He strongly doubted though, that he would need to ever twist it against her, but it was an advantage. Tapered pinnacles swept to the right, as he calmly eyed the lead stallion as he minded his own business. Things would possibly become very interesting in the near future. When Broken Devotion joined a herd, things never... flowed. "If i may so bold again, Ladies..." he paused, choosing his words. Blunt. Just ask. "Why stay here?"
FIN :]